Twisted Mumbles Poetryby jeseca Lowell

Hey, could you pass me another cigarette?My lungs are catching too much oxygen.While you're at it, how about another beer?My brain is experiencing too much reality.Maybe some pot, too.I'm not feeling as mellow as I should be right now.What about some kind of pill?My body isn't numb enough.Hey, could you stop me soon?Just hand me everything you got.